The Lee Corporation office was a temple of glass, steel, and hushed efficiency. For Taemin, it was a special kind of hell.
He'd been trailing behind Daon all morning, a scowl permanently etched on his face. Everything was wrong. The suit was stifling, the shoes pinched, and the endless, monotonous drone of his brother's voice explaining corporate structure was like listening to a dial tone.
"I don't understand why I need to know this," Taemin whined, slumping into a plush chair in Daon's private office. He kicked petulantly at the leg of the massive oak desk. "Can't I just… sign things? That's what heirs do in dramas."
Daon, who was standing by the window and massaging his own temples, didn't bother to turn around. "This isn't a drama. And you are not an heir. You are an intern. Start acting like one."
"An intern?" Taemin shot up from the chair, his voice rising in pitch. "Do you know who I am? I'm Lee Taemin! I shouldn't be an intern! This is humiliating!"
